Welcome to my very first story ever! Honestly, I just one day came up with this idea and I couldn't get rid of it, so I finally decided to share this with whoever feels like reading it. Whoever may be interested in reading this story, please keep in mind that when I upload a new chapter, it'll rarely be done already, but most likely will still be a work in progress.

If you have actual constructive criticism or any recommendations or advice on how to improve this story (and not just 'this is shit, stop writing it'), feel free to hit me up with a review!

That being said please keep in mind, dear reader(s), that this story takes place in an AU and contradicts some of the previously established canon lore, as someone has kindly brought to my attention recently! Enjoy!


"Oh honey, I'm so proud of you!" Elizabeth said, hugging her daughter, Hannah. She had reason to be proud. Today was the first day of a new school term. That, and it was also oficially the first day of Hannah attending Beacon Academy. She had finally graduated from Signal and was now moving on to the next step in her training as a Huntress.

"Thanks mom. I just hope people will be a bit more... mature than what I'm used to. I'm a bit scared of what others might think..." Hannah said.

"Don't be, honey. Some kids your age haven't even discovered their semblance yet. And yours is very useful too. I'm sure you'll get top marks. Everyone wants to be friends with the best students. Makes them look good in turn." Her mother replied. "Now go! You'll be late. Are you sure you won't take the shuttle? Beacon academy is quite a high way up."

"No, I'll go myself. Love you mom. Bye!" And with that Hannah exited her home and took off. Well, I guess it can't really be that much worse than Signal…She thought as she made her way across the city's roofs.


A young Vale police officer was feverishly working, doing paperwork when he saw a familiar figure approach. "Oh, Professor Ozpin, we weren't expecting you. How may I help you? I'm sorry if I seem a little on edge but we've got a security situation and -"

"I know. I'm here to manage your situation. Where is he?" Professor Ozpin replied, taking a sip from his cup of coffee and adjusting his glasses.

"Oh... well, I mean we have it under control right now, but I don't think it is safe -" the policeman tried to explain before he was interrupted again: "I know. Just bring me to him."

Ozpin and his escort approached a simple, steel door with a small window built in on eye height. In front of the door, eight heavily armored Policemen armed with Riot shields were standing watching the door, as if they were waiting for it to open.

"Let me talk to him."

"But Professor -"

"Just open the door." Ozpin was the only one standing in front of the door as it slowly swung open and after the rustling of heavy chains, a growling, loud voice came from the darkened room inside: "Let. Me. OOOOOUUUUUT!" shouting the last word and with it engulfing the entire entrance area and Professor Ozpin in a giant torrent of flame. Ozpin didn't seem to be bothered much by it. "Good evening to you too. You must be Aldric. I've heard a lot about you. Tell me young man: how would you like to come to my school?"


A young man in absurdly colorful clothing was standing in the train on his way to the beacon shuttle and listening to his usual, just as absurdly abstract music while slightly shaking his feet to the beat. He liked all kind of music, the most modern songs just held the most inspiration.

While listening and thinking about this and that, he suddenly felt a tug on his coat. He turned around and a woman with a child in her arm was looking and she wasn't looking happy. She motioned at her ear, asking him to take off his headphones.

"Could you please turn down the volume? There are other people here too, you know." The young man quickly looked at his reflection in the window, and as he suspected saw his hair lit up like it was Christmas, flashing and swirling in all shades and colors. "Sorry miss. Won't happen again", he said with a smile and quickly turned off his semblance stopping the light show and gathering quite the attention from everyone present.


"Hey! What do you think you're doing?!" a vale policeman shouted, as he saw multiple teenagers mercilessly abusing a girl about their age. As soon as they saw him, they took off, as most of these delinquents would, since they lacked the spine to deal with authority. He rushed over to the injured girl. "Are you alright?"

Her hair, face and snow white suit was covered in dirt and blood, most of her injuries seemed to be results of cuts made with the bloody katana lying in the street next to her.

"I am. Thank you. You should not have intervened." she replied monotonously while picking up the katana and quickly wiping off the blood. "Just what were they doing with you..." "They tried to rob me. I said I didn't have any money." The same monotonous voice. It almost seemed as though she didn't care...